Foreigner Volume 7, Chapter 140

Volume 7 Chapter 140, Magic Sword ~ 48

　*swissshhh* A strong wind blew, swaying everyone's hair and clothes. The sun will soon be setting. The clouds have thinned considerably, but there is still a slight chill in the air because the direct sunlight is still blocked.

　Sheryl's quirky flaxen hair is swaying and she is making eye contact with Satoru. Her eyes are dancing with mixed emotions.

「Rico. Give me a leather mat and a torch.」

「Ah, okay.」

　In response to Satoru's request, Rico takes out a leather mat and a torch for Satoru from her backpack and hands them to him. It appears that they are going to do this right here. Rico shudders a little at Satoru's mood, though he also thinks that he intends to finish the magic slave's art afterward. Because there was a hint of quiet anger there.

「Leia, go make a tree with the seeds of the World Tree a little further away and rest with everyone. I'm sure we're all worn out in our own ways.」

「...... understood」

　To be honest, Leia also had something to say. Even Satoru must be exhausted to some extent. But I can also understand how he felt when he was trying to settle things with that Sheryl or whatever she is called. So, without saying a single word, I complied.

　This land is now barren due to the reversal of the magic circle. Even if you pour magic power into the seeds of the World Tree, they will not take root unless you get out of the influence of the magic circle. While urging everyone to leave, one girl conversely advances toward Satoru.

「...... Liz?」

「I have a request, Onii-san. Please show it to me. The way this Sheryl-san is being violated.」

　Liz opened her mouth to Satoru, her voice sounding like she was half crying.

　Everyone was in unison in exclamations.

　Tears streamed down Liz's cheeks.

「It may have been a selfish thing to do. The person in question was blown away. The High Mentor of the Academy of the Wise, who ordered it indirectly, is also only his head. But ......!」

「.........」

　A voice screamed like a scream. Sheryl's eyes fell to the ground, perhaps out of sheer embarrassment.

　Liz wants to come to terms.

　There is intense anger there, for her mother's death, for putting them in danger, for even trying to kill Satoru. She may even want to get revenge.

　However she couldn't reach her with her own hand, so Liz is at least trying to lower her pent-up anger by watching the woman who is the granddaughter of the High Mentor of the Academy of the Wise, the fiancée of the man who was the cause of her mother's death, being violated by her Lord, Satoru.

　That feeling of the girl is a black one. If it were true, she would want so much to kill the woman with whom she has such a connection. However, that is no longer possible. Because she has been welcomed as Satoru's magical slave. And she was given a job.

　So, I will see it through──Satoru nodded gravely, sensing Liz's thoughts.

「......All right. Just watch. But don't interfere」

「That's what I've always intended to do.」

　Liz said firmly, wiped her tears roughly, and sat down there. She stared at Sheryl with a strong gaze.

　It was Isolde who was somewhat hesitant in the midst of all this. She has many things to think about after receiving Sheryl's resolve, but she still has things to do.

「Milord, I'd like to go check the surroundings and persuade them. Is that all right?」

　Sheryl's subordinates, Derek and the others must still be in the area. It is my mission to persuade them. Isolde will not settle down until she accomplishes that first. The last thing she wants is for Satoru's story to be spread to the masses if she doesn't do something. Besides, Isolde personally also has something she wants to tell Derek. Including the point that Leia spoke to her.

「Yeah, go ahead. But I can't say you're fully recovered from your injuries either. Don't do anything rash.」

「I'm grateful.」

　Although Leia's 【Regenerative Healing】 had healed Isolde's broken right wrist and ankle and dislocated left shoulder, they were still in the process of healing. Her right wrist, in particular, would snap again with the slightest strain. In fact, it was with her left hand that she cut down a certain Count.

「Ah, Isolde-sama. One moment, please.」

　Sheryl called out to Isolde, who was about to run out. Isolde stumbled and looked back at the charming woman with whom she had formed a friendship in this short period of time. Sheryl slowly stood up, unsheathed the sword at her waist, and presented it to Isolde with its sheath.

「Here.」

「......? Sheryl-dono?」

　Isolde looked back at Sheryl in confusion as she was presented with the sword. Sheryl's face was calm. Isolde also feels puzzled by her expression.

「It is the magic sword Rahgulf, which was given to me by the Water Dragon [Suirei]. It is not as good as the Holy Sword, but still, it would not look good for a swordsman to be without a sword, would it?」

「But then, you are....」

「I will no longer live as a swordsman. This is no longer of any use to me.」

　Sheryl forced her beloved sword onto Isolde's confused chest and bowed her head to Isolde.

「I would like to give this sword to Isolde, as a friend and fellow slave of Lord Satoru, even though we have only known each other for a short time.」

　Isolde sensed the strong will behind Sheryl's words and looked back at her with a rather stern gaze.

　Isolde still has no doubts about Sheryl's heart. Isolde told Sheryl numerous things, including telling Sheryl her name because that was who she thought she could talk to. She has not wavered in that belief.

　Now that she has left her position as the head of the Holy Sword Clan, she also thinks of Sheryl as someone she can be friends with.

　So.

「......Then I'll keep it.」

「No, I'll give it to you.」

　Isolde held out her hand to block Sheryl's further words.

「I will only take care of it. I will be Lord's sword and shield for Sheryl-dono, who will never be able to walk with My Lord. I will definitely return it. That is why ......」

「Isolde-sama......」

　Sheryl almost exactly read what Isolde swallowed and choked up.

　――Don't die.

　Isolde swallowed those words.

(As expected, you are a kind, straight-forward person at heart)

　Sheryl felt that and realized that her heart had warmed up. Even though Satoru had declared her a woman of calculation, Isolde believed in her with a straight face.

　The promise to keep the beloved sword, which is also considered the soul of a swordsman, and to return it in the future, can only be fulfilled if both parties are alive. It is precise because Isolde wants her to live that she said she would take care of Sheryl's sword.

「Then, I entrust it to you.」

「Mm-hmm. Well then, My Lord. If you'll excuse me for a moment.」

　With Sheryl's beloved sword, Rahgulf, on her hip, Isolde went like the wind to persuade those in the vicinity.

　The three who remained behind were Satoru, Sheryl, and Liz.

　Tension ran high in the barren space.

　Satoru stabbed the Giant Killer to the ground, left Levatein and a set of equipment to Liz, and walked up to Sheryl in a relaxed manner. The only piece of equipment he wears is a knife. Sheryl still has a small sword at her waist, which is probably a spare, but Satoru would probably not get a scratch even if she were to slash him with the full force of the small sword.

　Sheryl almost backed away from Satoru's demonic power, but she held her ground just in time. She had said it herself, and there was no way she could run away.

　She would be raped in this barren place, in the open air, where she would not be hidden. At the very least, that is the punishment for the crime committed.

　There is shame in saving herself alone, but someone must survive and make amends for their crimes against Satoru. Otherwise, Ares and the Academy of the Wise will be destroyed by Satoru and be buried in history. This must be avoided at all costs.

　But that is just a pretext. Satoru only wished her to become his own magical slave, to threaten and monitored Ares, as an atonement for her sins. It was Sheryl herself who wanted to be raped.

　Sheryl wants Satoru to engrave how slutty she was. She wants him to leave that mistake as a scar that will never go away. Even if it means being scorned by future generations, if she doesn't do that, she won't be able to atone for her crime.

「Why do you go to such lengths?」

　Satoru asked this question as if he could see into Sheryl's mind as he repeatedly asked himself the same question.

　Why did she say she wanted to be raped? That is what Satoru is asking her. He stood directly in front of Sheryl, as if to show off his huge frame, lit a torch with his sorcery, and placed it at her feet. The flame rose, illuminating Sheryl's handsome face and Satoru's strong face from below at an angle.

「I'm the one who had contact with Satoru-dono, and above all, I was the one who reported Satoru-dono to the academy.」

「That's not a reason」

　Sheryl shrank back at the straightforward revelation. She herself is a large woman, but when she sees Satoru in front of her, she realizes how small she is. Not only in size, but also in capacity.

「I-I don't think I can atone for it with my life alone, but if it is possible, I must. Including redemption, so to speak. ...... Yes, a sense of mission.」

　Hmph, Satoru boasted.

「Noblesse oblige, huh」[ノブレス・オブリージュ]

「No? Noburesu?」[のぶれす]

「Noblesse oblige. There are many countries in the world I was in, and it's like a proverb in one of the languages ....... In Japanese, what is it called? ...... No, I can't remember」

　Unfortunately, it doesn't appear in Satoru's knowledge. He can say that it is better than the word "Noblesse Oblige" came up. It's a kind of nobleman's duty, that's his understanding.

「Anyway. It means that greatness comes with its own set of duties.」

「Ah, "High rank requires High virtue", right?」

「That's it」

　Satoru only knew that there was such a phrase, but he suddenly felt a sense of discomfort. Although the language form is indeed similar to that of Japan, he wonders if even the sayings are similar.

「But I'm not a noble or anything. ......」

　Satoru laughed mockingly at Sheryl's puzzled voice.

「You're a former noble. I heard it in a rumor. But then, why would you risk your own life to save your country and its citizens? There's no reason you have to do that, right?」

　Sheryl choked up at the mention of it.

　It is true that when an incident occurs, it is the duty of a great man to take responsibility. In the military, it is the general, and in a country, it is the king or a minister. If this is the case, they are usually the ones who act high and mighty and give orders to others.

　In this case, the High Mentor is in that position. But the High Mentor is already dead. He was killed by his own son at the end of his miserable life.

「Your grandfather died and took responsibility. In the end, though. But you, a commoner, don't have to follow the same path as your grandfather.」

　Satoru took Sheryl's left arm and pulled it diagonally upward. Sheryl's body was pulled up against Satoru's chest, and she involuntarily twisted in embarrassment. But Satoru didn't care, pulling her hips closer and rubbing their bodies together.

　Sheryl's heart was pounding faster than usual, and even so, she did not look away from Satoru's gaze. Her blue eyes are fixed on Satoru.

「Well, I don't care what you say, I'm not going to stop now. Prepare yourself. I'm going to engrave it on your body.」

　Satoru, smiling fiercely, put his hands from Sheryl's waist to her back and forcefully tore off the fasteners of the sheet metal armor that covered her chest and back. Sheryl's armor came undone, and she twisted even more, but her left arm, held high, prevented her from moving as much as she would have liked.

「You will defend the city of Ares by giving your body and soul to me.」

　Satoru's face came close to hers. The smell of the man's sweat, which was soaked in sweat, irritated Sheryl's nostrils, and she realized that her heart was beating wildly with anticipation.

「Shut up and do what I say. That's the only thing you're allowed to do as a loser. If you want to run away, do as you please. However, what happens if you run away?」

　I'll burn the city of Ares to ashes―Sheryl bites her teeth as she reads Satoru's words ahead of time.

「Kuhh. ......」

　She selfishly tried to take his life. It's only natural that she'll be torn to shreds. If she can protect hundreds of thousands of people in Ares with her body and chastity, she should be able to endure this level of humiliation──Satoru's mouth gently fell to her ear.

「Stay with that intention」(?)

「...... inten, sion?」

　Sheryl's eyes twinkled as she heard the whispered voice.

　―What it is? What do you mean? If I run away or something, this guy is really going to do it. ......

　Sheryl even thought about it, and then she realized. She almost shouted, "Ah," but she couldn't do it. Satoru's lips suddenly closed around Sheryl's lips. Without even a moment's hesitation, Sheryl was so surprised to find his tongue had invaded her mouth that she reflexively bit it.

　At that moment, Satoru's right hand, which had been pulling up her left arm, pushed Sheryl away.

「Kyaaaah!」

　Thrown to the ground, Sheryl looked up at the tall man with a shudder. She spits on the ground, and there was a little blood in her spit. She had probably injured his tongue with her bite.

「You don't seem to understand your position yet.」

　With a loud "slide" sound, Satoru takes a step toward Sheryl. Sheryl, while holding her short coat, looks up at him with a trembling stare, but does not retreat.

「Wh-What do you mean?」

「Whatever the hell that means, If you go against me, you're breaking the agreement. You don't give a shit about the city of Arles, do you? Because you are now a substitute for the city of Ares.」

　"Ah," Sheryl exclaimed. Whether or not Satoru is really trying to overrun the city of Ares, this is the situation now.

　She is devoting herself to protecting the city of Ares, but she must not rebel and offend him.

「Should I let Ares disappear after all? What would you prefer? I'll let you choose at least that much. Burning in the fires of hell would be nice, or being trapped in ice would be nice too. And then...」

「W-wait. ......, I-It was my bad. I'm sorry, I will never rebel again.」

　Sheryl reached out her hand to cling to Satoru, who uttered a ruthless line that could have been uttered by a demon race. Satoru rumbled, then stroked his chin.

「I see. Then get up.」

　As she was told, Sheryl stood up and walked in front of Satoru. She arched her back a little and avoided eye contact with Satoru.

　Tsk, With a click of his tongue, Satoru stood in front of Sheryl and grabbed her flaxen hair, forcing her to look up. Eye to eye, she stared at him with a ghastly expression. The small scar on her forehead was from when she got down on her knees. The blood had already dried.

　Sheryl seems to have made up her mind, but she must also be very confused. However, Satoru does not feel the need to be that conscientious. He is a sweet and gentleman, but the line has already been drawn.

「I won't tell you again. If you run away or rebel, that's the end. Hesitation is until the count of five. If it takes more than that, it's over. Is that clear?」

「I-I understand.」

　Sheryl shuddered as if she was about to be eaten. She might have peed a little again.

　Satoru let go of her hair and pulled a knife from his waist, flicked it in front of Sheryl's eyes, and then placed the tip of the knife under her short coat.

「......!」

　With a "byiii", the knife slices through the short coat from underneath. The blade is pointed at the clothing, but it is hard to move. The knife, which was slashing through the short coat as it slid, reached the chest and snapped. The front of the short coat is flung open, exposing her chest, which is held in place by a single roll of cloth.

　Satoru stared at her chest with a lowly gaze. Sheryl felt an itch under his gaze, but she couldn't afford to offend him now. Sheryl endures the embarrassment that burns out of her face and arrogantly maintains a posture of caution.

「Hou. I expected that, but, well, you've got big breasts.」

　After licking her large breasts with his gaze, which were not as large as Minerva's but equal to or slightly smaller than Solor's, Satoru ran his knife across her cleavage. The blade, of course, was pointed at Satoru's side.

　Satoru smiles fiercely at Sheryl, who gulps and then hooks the roll of cloth that serves as her bra onto the blade of his knife and rips it open in a single motion. The roll of cloth flutters down from between her shorts.

　*boing* Her large breasts were released from their restraints and began to sway.

　――I-It's embarrassing.

　But she can't hide it. She can't let Satoru's mood get any worse.

　*grope* Satoru's hand reached out to her left breast. Sheryl was about to scream, but she held it back. While smiling with amusement at Sheryl's movements, Satoru roughly squeezed one of her breasts.　

「Were you pleasuring your fiancé with these big tits?」

　Sheryl had never thought of those big twin breasts as anything but a hindrance. They were also in the way when she wielded her sword, and she was subjected to the amorous glances of Raymond and other men at every turn, so she had always thought of them as nothing more than a nuisance.

　However, being envied by Isolde for something she does not have, and now being squeezed by Satoru like this, makes Sheryl realize that she is just one woman with no position or anything. She also wonders if these large breasts were there for this moment.

　Sheryl shook her head strongly from side to side at Satoru's mocking remark.

「Kkhh, N-no. Raymond never touched me. More to the point, I've never let a man touch me, and I've never committed adultery in the first place.」

　I've been touched by women, Sheryl recalled, and she writhed a little at the touch, which was so different from that time. Isolde's touch at that time had not been sensual.

　Satoru looked at Cheryl's face as if she had lost her temper. His hands have not stopped moving. Sheryl was perplexed by the lewd feeling of being touched and squeezed, which made her tingle deep inside, but she resolutely told the truth.

「Hmm? ......What is it then? You're saying you're a virgin?」

「T-that's right. ......Nnuhh」

　*gyu* Sheryl's nipples were pinched so hard that she finally let out a gasp, and she looked away, her face red with embarrassment.

　She glanced at Satoru's face from her prone posture. A look of contempt floats across her face ― and rightly so. The woman, who claimed to be a virgin, was begging to be violently fucked. 

「........... And you want me to make a mess of you. Do you really know what sex is?」

「I-I have the knowledge about that」

　Satoru looks at Sheryl with a look of utter dismay.

　Sheryl is educated. She has read many books. Basically, it's a fertility ritual where a man releases his sperm into a woman's womb.

　However, as the word "sexual desire" implies, she knows that there are various forms of sexual intercourse, not only for the purpose of procreation but also for pleasure, based on the knowledge she has gained from these books. She understands that the current situation of being in the middle of an empty field with a girl watching her is very strange, but she at least knows that she is also strange for being helplessly aroused by it.

「That so, ...... I'm not going to be nice to you just because you're a virgin.」

「I-I don't mind ...... nnaahhh!」

　Satoru's left hand reached for Sheryl's crotch. She tries to resist the intrusion by rubbing her thighs together as he gropes her secret place on her pants. But Satoru's hands are strong, and he kneads the entrance with his thick fingertips over the top of her trousers, despite Sheryl's resistance.

「Don't think it's romantic and don't think it's a one-and-done deal.」

　Satoru plays with her tits with his right hand and her crotch with his left hand while standing. Sheryl's brain is colored by the fear and excitement of having her sexual organs played with by someone else, as well as the tingle of immorality.

　She can't say, "Stop". If she said so, Satoru would probably really stop. That would mean the city of Ares would be in danger of being destroyed.

　Sheryl doesn't think Satoru would destroy a city so cruelly, though. She never asks Satoru to stop, partly because she wants him to be rough with her, and partly because she wants to be stubborn with him for responding to her request. She is also the one who wants him to be rough with her.

「I'm going to violate you with all my might.」

　Satoru laughed. Sheryl's heart leaps with a thump at the gruesome smile, as if he were a demon race. The tingling never stops. It's a feeling that slowly seeps out from deep inside her body, perhaps a sign that she is a woman.

　Sheryl voices her inner voice.

「Ah, ah, ah, ah, Nnhh......, Kuhh, I-it doesn't matter. I don't care if it breaks me, j-just use me however you like.」

　Sheryl is aware that she is saying something outrageous. Even so, she wants him to do it. Because the woman inside her is screaming for her to do so.

　Just for now. For just this moment, let me be a slutty woman...

　The strength caged in her fleshy thighs is released, and she is naturally in a position to accept the man's fingers. She wriggles with the sensation that her hips are about to give out from the comfort of having her secret place played with over her trousers and underpants.

　Sheryl let out a big gasp as she realized that she was about to drown in the female pleasure that the man's hands were giving her.

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